Crystal Reed for Unleash’D Magazine
when you get your blanket out of the dryer
is that gay porn
no it’s somebody after they get their blanket out of the dryer
Harry dips his head down to nip at Louis’s bottom lip again, panting at his cheek. “I can’t fucking wait to put my hands on you.”
Louis responds by shoving his leg in between Harry’s thighs, so Harry can feel his arousal pressed against his pants. Harry licks his lips slowly, tucking two fingers under Louis’s chin so he’s forced to look him in the eye. “Cab or walk?”
“My knees are feeling a bit wobbly, so I’m going to go with cab. I’ll pay, if you want,” Louis says, a bit shakily. Harry rubs his thumb along Louis’s cheek, fondly.
“Nonsense, I’ve got it.”
“Look at you, Curly, you’re a proper Prince Charming,” Louis says brightly, pinching at Harry’s cheek before waving down a cab. Harry openly admires Louis’s arse when he crawls into the backseat, patting the space next to him for Harry to slide in.
Louis climbs into Harry’s lap as soon as he’s given his address to the driver. He presses their foreheads together conspiratorially and whispers, “Listen, Harry, I’m going to tell you straight up. I’ve just gotten out of a relationship so I’m looking to be a bit of a slut tonight. I’m going to need you to fuck my troubles away. Are you up for the challenge?”
“I was born for the job,” Harry says, equally serious, brushing his nose against Louis’s.
Happy 20th Birthday, AnnaSophia Robb!
“Are you cold, Louis?”
“If you can manage, I can, curly.”
“Here.” Harry sidles in behind him, resting his chin on Louis’ shoulder and covering them both with his stupidly big coat. Louis hesitates a second before falling back and fitting himself against Harry, grudgingly keeping his face blank. “Better?”
“A bit,” Louis shrugs, trying not to shiver as Harry’s breath tickles his ear. Harry hums against him and Louis feels it travel down his spine and, honestly, when the hell did this bloody happen?
“Ah, look, the Pont Neuf!” Harry points at the bridge looming over them, one arm still tight around Louis’ waist.
“Are you trying to impress me, Styles?”
“I’ve been trying all day. Is it working?” He can hear the smugness in his voice.
“I went to Paris in Year Ten, too, you twat, I know what the bloody Pont Neuf is!”
“Fine, fine.” Harry puts his face closer to Louis’ again, both arms warm around them. “I’ll stop pointing out the sights. I like it better like this anyway.”
“Wrapped around me like an octopus?”
“Yup. ‘S cosy.”
Louis lets a shaky breath, watching it turn into smoke. “Can’t argue with that.”